when I say this word
do you understand how
It is so full of meaning It is about to
burst so full of futures so full of hope of kisses of whispers when
It explodes It will look like this:
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me you&me
(and particles of Us will rain upon the world
making them envious of this amorous atmosphere
as they take out their umbrellas.)
the sieve and the sand 
that was cool
fangs.
i really like the idea of ugly words as poetry. normally i think words are so pretty on the page. and these arent. they’re ugly in their uniformity. and it makes your point really well… i wonder if i have the ability to distort words into ugliness…
i’m not sure i’m suave enough…
i like it.